{"id":135201,"date":"2023-09-02T18:59:07","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:59:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135201"},"modified":"2023-09-02T19:17:35","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:17:35","slug":"newsies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/newsies\/","title":{"rendered":"Newsies"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They were on a break &#8211;<br \/>\nthe three of them affecting the vernacular<br \/>\nof the men<br \/>\nwho wrote for the paper they were hawking on<br \/>\na street corner in St. Louis &#8211;<br \/>\nwhen a photographer<br \/>\nsaw them laughing<br \/>\nbetween puffs.<\/p>\n<p>Previously, they&#8217;d been<br \/>\nstanding apart,<br \/>\nthe tall one, holding court,<br \/>\narms akimbo,<br \/>\nswearing his arm strength<br \/>\nshould get him in the St. Louis Browns.<\/p>\n<p>The others joshed, but, mainly, stayed reflective.<br \/>\nFrank Truesdale was from their town.<br \/>\nTheir fathers, when not drinking, had<br \/>\ntaught them all how to throw a ball.<\/p>\n<p>When approached by the photographer,<br \/>\nthey regarded him warily.<br \/>\nWas he a labor official? A truant officer?<br \/>\nThe man asked if he might take their photo.<br \/>\nThey sniffed. <em>What do you give us<\/em><em>?<\/em><br \/>\nThe photographer went through his pockets,<br \/>\nhanded them a dollar bill to divide<br \/>\namongst themselves later.<\/p>\n<p>They shrugged, then posed as<br \/>\nthe photographer asked, each of them<br \/>\nwith raised cigarette to mouth.<br \/>\nYears later,<br \/>\none of them was shown the photo and<br \/>\ncouldn&#8217;t remember what had happened<br \/>\nto his friends, only that they all<br \/>\nwanted to play for the Browns.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-135534\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Three-young-smokers-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Three-young-smokers-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Three-young-smokers-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Three-young-smokers-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Three-young-smokers-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Three-young-smokers-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They were on a break &#8211; the three of them affecting the vernacular of the men who wrote for the paper they were hawking on a street corner in St. Louis &#8211; when a photographer saw them laughing between puffs. Previously, they&#8217;d been standing apart,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135201","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135201","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135201"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135201\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135883,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135201\/revisions\/135883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}